I'm in a state, living in the wake of the bomb you dropped me
Filing the space with the time we wasted watching the snow fall on the cars
Frozen to the ground, trapped by the sound
Of ashes letters left when they burnt down
Disintegrated by time marching on
Who really cares what the people that you left behind think about you now?
Is that the thing that drives you on to find your next only one?
Sometimes we miss the reigns that drag us on
But all they are now are dead and gone
So do you walk away or keep hanging on?
Constricted by the lines that bind the time
Pulled down empty halls by self righteous lines
And who am I to say who gets left behind?
A few empty words between the street and the curb
You'll never be the safest when you play it escapist
The fly and the shit, we threw another fit
You'll never be the safest when you play it escapist
I tried you twice, more polite than nice
You'll never be the safest when you play it escapist
A few empty words between the street and the curb
You'll never be the safest when you play it escapist